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It was suposed to be a poem but it turned out to be a short story and I can't change it so yeah that's all I have to say. Sorry for the bad English, it's not my native language.

Submitted: April 11, 2017

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You. Me.

Us.

I'm going to tell our story, from my perspective. From the day we met untill now, all of it.

It was August, the last Wednesday. I had a sleepover at my bestfriend's house. We were with six girls and two cats. It was my first summer in highschool, it
was the best summer of my life. Untill I met you, that summer we met. I've seen you before, I knew who you were, we just never really talked. You were two years older and I liked the idea of a
mature boyfriend, but you were everything but that. On Wednesdays and Saturdays I would go to the playground at our town. You were always there, playing soccer with your friends. You looked nice
and you were kind to me. We have a local swimming pool, it is only open in the summer. I was there everyday, so were you. We became friends, really good friends. I told you everything, but than it
happend. I fell in love with you, on the 26th of August. I probably fell sooner but that was the moment I realized it. We were outside, alone. You were telling me how you started smoking, but all I
could think of was how your lips would taste. Later that night I was watching a movie with my friends, it was late so you went home. I couldn't hold it any longer, I told my friends. I was in love
with you and on that moment it all went wrong. We got in a huge fight and we didn't make up 'till October.

You had a girlfriend, it was so wrong. It was movie night at my school, I told my parents I was there but I was at my bestfriend's house again. You were
there, we were outside, talking. I still remember what I was wearing. You told me how in love you were with me but it was so wrong. We kissed but you had a girlfriend. A week later it was
Halloween, in my street everyone would decorate there house and sell drinks and candy. I went to your house down the street because the rest of our friends were there. I didn't want to talk to you,
'cause you still had a girlfriend. But later that night you would break-up with her. How stupid was I? You were a cheater so you would probably cheat on me too. But from that night I was yours, and
you were mine. For two weeks we were fine, I was so in love. But then the fights came, you would come to my house after school. We would kiss a bit and talk. We sat outside, I loved our moments.
One day it was raining, you gave me your jacket. That damn jacket. I broke up with you, it was for the best. You were my first kiss, my first boyfriend. But we wanted different things.

A few months later you hit me up. I thought we could try again, but two days later you had a new girlfriend. I still had hope. Months of crying later, you
still was with her. And you hated me, you still do. After two years you still hate me, but actually I could not care less. You are not the same anymore as when I met you. And neither am I. But you
will always have a special place in my heart. And everytime I'm at that playground I think of you. You were the first boy that broke my heart but definitely not the last.